Not Smoking

It has been a long time since I posted here. Right after the last time, I went in the hospital with chronic COPD and the flu. I heard the doctor say "We are losing her. Where is her family?" To this day I am not if he was talking about me or someone else. The next thing I knew all my chilcren and grandchildren were at the hospital to say goodbye.

I have a friend (Donna Sundblad, who is an author and fellow editor at Epress) who contacted a lot of our authors, and other Writers Village University members, from all over the world, to pray for me.

As I am writing this you know I made it through with the love of my family and prayers of people whose only contact with me is through emails, manuscripts, and people who take my Worldbuilding class at WVU.

I had been in the hospital many times over the last few years but this is the first time I managed not to light up when I got out. After too many tries I have managed to quit cold turkey after 54 years.

I think what made me really want to quit was the love I felt from my family and the fact that I would be leaving them and I wanted to be here for them. My older grandchildren Amber and Adam (20 and 24) have been here for me, making sure I have what I need, driving me where I need to go and even putting up with my ill humor on bad days. but knowing I love them.

Joshua and Matt live in a different county but I do get to see them when their father brings them over. and then there is the baby. Grace is nine months old and already starting to walk.

For them I knew I wanted to live. For myself I stopped smoking so I could be here for them.